My Bad Range Day
The only bad range day comes to mind was the fault of myself and/or "The Range Master".
I suspect I may be a little ADHD, especially when I shoot guns. At the time in question, I was in my 60's, well skilled in gun safety rules since I was age 8, I would never intentionally act dangerously, in any way.
After the time of focus, I remember the county sheriff's dept.'s "Range Master", had been saying in the background, "Sir, you are back over the yellow line, (etc.)" . The ambiguous "Sir", (over the microphone) was never personally addressed to me. I was at the end of the line, and no one came to my stall.
I was a newbie to the range, had recently belonged to a private range club, and never thought he was addressing me. In retrospect, I apparently had been tossing my target on the range table/stand, and other non-malevolent gestures, after the "cease fire" was called.
At the culmination, the "Range Master" strolled down to my stall on the end, and chewed me out, while towering his 280 lbs. frame over me, in full gear, with his hands on his Sam Brown holster, and gun, with me in a seated position.
In this imposing posture, I had to be chewed out, and told "no one was going to be shot on (his) watch". I was then told to leave.
I had not done anything wrong. The "Range Master" could and should have done his job in a more professional manner. Needless to say ,I never returned.
"Bad Day At Black Rock" I'd say.
This has been very cathartic. Glad that's over with.